Night-watch. A drip from the honeymoon lands on my open palm Leaningback under the searchlight of a star I am pinned. And the cold drags me in to my...
You're. You're the shelf I can't reach The sock that I lost everything I ever wanted from the shop- after it closed. The rain when I have no umbrella...
Older. Okay, so we grew up replaced sugar with other tastes destroying other aspects than our smiles and we don't ask permission for sleep-overs Just...